@LukeBryant @EricChurch @Santana @Nickelback

OUT OF OO UPTIGHT SIGHT, RAIN!

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 24, 2020

-------   #Bryant/ChurchTime ------

Everything in the universe is here and now on this planet, Earth, third rock from a burnt One

Silver and gold come from the innards and even the One doesn’t know what it’s nature Is, son

Come Sunday or Monday the things themselves will all disappear into cosmic dust like mama

She was here and now she’s all gone, a remarkable memory for a wisp of wind on my ol’ papa.

In the meantime, since I’ve found out that the Sun really never goes up or down, my eyes do

Asleep because I must without a free will on that requirement of the genome, to dream too

About whistling in the wind, trying to see the clear light in the eternal darkness love groovin’

Sundown or golden dawn is just the spin of the wobble, the only reason to drink spirits’ Sin.

Mortals wanting to be immortal without their 208 bones is an absurd yet obligation for Man

On being all too human, desire and will making a difference for a silent majority and it’s fan

That would be me, I’m a fan of the silent majority, I might be the only fan as the sun sinks in

To the imagination of the pretty girls and smart-arse boys who populate the ape-man skin.

Could be black or white underneath the hair on the skin, we’ve become dumb & naked apes

Evolved through the natural selection of females wanting a male boyfriend, dad of po’ kids

In or out of the caves, the huts, apartments, condos and mansions to house the egg/germs

Songs to sing and love to make between me since I’m here and now & you are not, Worms!

Tears of the ocean water on the ground of being, girls gone mad to create more baby’s blade

Infantile and innocent become the assimilation of fake pain and suffering of being so played

In a Big Bang or at the essence of the Singularity of senoritas who drank all my Margarita sun

On our way at sundown, riding into the West, far from the origin and on to destiny, I’m gone!

Me and you make the only two that need to be under a pale moon or a blazing hot star, a sun

Me, you, us and them, all of us, living, dead and those who have yet to be, we’re the DNA fun

Acid alive and kicking, Lysergic doors of perception blown wide open, it’s black jack D swillin’

Sweet and sour, all of it is the Need, the Desire to be knocking boots until the cows come In.

You know you’ve got it all, everything I need, you got it, like Roy Orbison used to sing for Sue

Higher Joseph Love than the highest place in space where you can still breathe, below a cusp

Of Ends and Origins, in a Twilight Zone that I can’t recollect being in, maybe a bee or a wasp

Is all I could do to germinate the world, fill the hives with sustenance and die for nothing too.

There’s a good chance that it’s highly probable, just might be possible to be more than bones

Look in the mirror or a reflection in the glass-like pool of blackwater in lagoons, a soul moans

Since the first decade of breath and fear of spankings, I knew this was all a matter of Timing

This Bad Business that this species rolls with, at least for the moments I lived, canary singing.

Zeroing in on the destination when you’re nearly out of fuel, you know you can’t make it Hair

I suppose you’ll close your eyes tight so you don’t see it coming, at that last blink in the hood

Chips are all in, the table is called with Infinity’s poker face, royal flush, four aces or One pair

Monaqita and Mona Lisa, forget about fittin’ in my groove, It’s raining & we’re in the mood!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday, ROCKTOBER 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AMPST

{ Journey through fake news & rockin’ on youTube Carlos Santana & Rob Thomas LIVE #SMOOTH @ https://youtu.be/28E8WKZ614w }

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#BrothersOsborne slowin' rolls & pushin' up daisies, et al... lovin' the #GSC #ShouldYouKnowBetterThanHonorable #NOPE

$1.5 BILLION GIRL SCOUT COOKIES

by

Richard Joseph Stephan ·Thursday, October 22, 2020

--------- #HearTrending ---------

I ate all of them for lunch and I’m going to the wedding just to have some candy for little girls

Talkin’ over 18 years old, little to a full grown under 24 hour ultraviolet or infrared radiation

Uncertainty principle involves an intimate understanding of matters of fact, a dervish whirls

Centrifugal forces diminish as we approach the collapse of this blackened hole we’re all in.

Uncles, brothers of your mother and father all know you as well as you know your heart

And soul that keeps your organic life and bones in it’s 208 piece peaking in the fake art

Pictures photographed, drawn or painted include the common thing it represents, a soul

Invisible yet ascribed with the power that runs and animates the dirt from pole to pole.

Eating the cookies or smoking the leaves that burn in effigy for the Mary, the best friend

Conflagration causes a fit of frustration and leads to the inevitable reach for a deeper end

Accepting bribes to get in touch with a #BigGuy for access in order to skim a legal contract

Does the IRS care that #Deals WERE NOT done as an art but a mere tragedy of the dialectic.

Bacteria and viruses are the microscopic controllers of the animation, motion of the oceans

Slipstream from the eye-opener that did the trick for you is for your eyes only, ain’t no furls

Once you’ve achieved Nirvana, descriptions of sounds good, bad and ugly from mortal’s sins

In the connection mode, all of the freight cars are full of empty tractors and trailer park girls

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r j j stephan, i

Thursday ROCKTOBER 22nd, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to 22 minutes from a foreign country ala Sky News #HardDriveGator link @ https://youtu.be/_zhWHsfEa0U }

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#PlayinReveleForCompanyB @ChristinaAguilera @StevieNicks @BetteMidler #TheMaguireSisters #MontgomeryGentry

CATCH ME ON A GOOD DAY, POPS!

 by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 21, 2020

--------- #FearAndLoathingYouToo --------

Born tryin’ hard to get ahead but only a minimal amount of the species are allowed the Time

To be in the right place at the right time, in Disneyland as a mouskateer, it’s all on my dime

Candyman swingin’ on a vine, in the Space of the In and Out, ready to swill Mad Dog 20/20

One stop shop and makin’ your panties drop for the last time, I’m the only one, got my arm?

Dancing in the darkness without a clue, not even ultraviolet or black light to see a hyperbole

I cannot understate the case in or out of a court of law, I’ve got that degree to list God’s son

Pinched myself to see if this outpouring of nonsense is actually a dream or reality, let us see

We the people or we the animals, one and the same, anima is a thing that moves, we are One.

Thrown off a cliff is what the old men and women of the prehistoric past used to do, true dat

If you broke a rule or a law, the punishment was to kill you, no trial, no hearing, just a splat

Smashed skin and bones in a pile for the snakes and bugs to demolish add to a decrepit fuss

Skulls left in the cave for the sill bastards who will explore this all in the pitch black darkness.

Could be pink or could be obsidian dark, either way a sheen of the superstar’s rockin’ hard

Still no way to extend the party beyond the final curtain, you gotta go when you gotta go

Make a connection to be chillin’ at the end when only your soul drips with a special flow

It will all end eventually, inevitably and with much ado about nothing, cut the GD chord.

Your body, my party and we are probably gonna get naughty, dancin’ and feelin’ skin/bone

Full of the sins that make the noise it takes to get fired up to have the babies that come home

From the empty space or the overseas wars for freedom or high value cache of Gold, dreams

Rap, sing and rhyme or just follow the rhythm up & down, in & out will end in fire, it seems!

Beams of low or high wavelength beyond the visual, all of it seems to be a hope of our father

He wanted us, you and I and all of the rest of us to walk as if we owned a joint of our mother

Trying to avoid the end of the plateau which has another step beyond a Twilight Zone’s Fate

On and forever off, whatever it was that brought you here, that will take your unblinded date.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 1830 hours

{ Created from a cosmic mist of dust that’s 360 degrees around me, 24 hours, 7 days every week while listenin’ to Christina Aguilera #FIGHTER link @ https://youtu.be/PstrAfoMKlc & Stevie Nicks #EDGEofSEVENTEEN link @ https://youtu.be/UmPgMc3R8zg }

 

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#SoylentGreenIsPeepo @DisinformationCampaign @LAPTOP-GATE #MOOKIE #BrooklynDodgers

PENUCHE’S GUMS’ TOOTH DECAY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, October 21, 2020

===  RULES KILL PEOPLE (people don't kill rules) ===

Contents are unknown yet the fundamental system is in tact, it’s been an occult, #woke hole

Fear and loathing of the thing itself really creates a sheen of plexiglass around a rubber soul

Pork and beans is all we’ll eat if we’re not of a specific cultural blind faith in a Word in a Book

Ancient tomes and recent paperbacks are here and now but unread, they’re just fired penuche.

In reality there’s just sometimes when you’re in a position of disconnecting from the Origin

Complete sphere independent of gravity and centrifugal force in orbit about a burnt up God

If there is anything other than the sunshine keeping us safe from gravitational collapse spin

What could that be? An old man in white robes in the space outside of Earth’s Ford hotrod.

Putting the mystery into perspective, nobody knows who owns this thing called Life’s fuss

That is indeed the crux of the problem, there’s One problem to which there yields dooms day

Our mothers and fathers couldn’t tell Us either because they didn’t know or they saved Us

From worrying and hurting for the rest of your born days because you’ve got nothing to say.

I can’t wake up when my brothers and sisters remain in a somnambulistic stupor of idiots

Classically speaking, just an odd duck in the pond of immortal dimwits, y’all souls on fire

Revolution in essence is the revolving of matter’s wreckage, a pretender’s paradise of dots

Punks and intelligencia chronicling history until the cows come home to the funeral pyre.

In search of miracles that defy the cause and effect laws of nature, can’t even find the One

Not giving up just saying the end is coming soon for me and the rest of the genome, Done

Don’t stab the messenger just because you don’t like the Truth, it ain’t my fault so flip off

As an experiment, I’m goin’ for a ride in my Bugatti, eatin’ It, penuche like a flaky jaqoff.

Mooning on my friends back seat window to the girls in their father’s car, dad was in it

Kicked my arse when he saw me at church and forgave me afterward for trespass chit

Queers and malcontents who roam the sewer because they can’t afford a byte of a lot

On being on the right side, nobody else is with me, maybe I’m wrong? No, I am not!!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, ROCKTOBER 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 6:35 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to the mighty Armstrong & Getty on Talk 650 KSTE 6-10 AMPST & WAITING FOR THE END OF LIFE while listenin’ to AC/DC #TNT link @ https://youtu.be/fGDQ9IukMOc }

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#NoBidenism @CancelKickbacksToTheHunterCrew #LockedAndLoaded

96 TEARS ON HOLD, ON THE AIR

by

Richard Joseph Stephan· Tuesday, October 20, 2020

--------------- #SickAndTiredOfOpines --------------

It’s such an old song that hardly anyone recollects it but I do, your lips still kissin’ a false start

It’s a #QuestionMark for the Mysterio Questionmark too many tear drops for the broke heart

Coming out of nowhere there’s a potion full of magic that nobody knows even exists, kills you

Destroys your ego and any other contrived personality aberrations you’ve adopted to be blue.

Pink or red, purple or blue all of it is without any shade or hue when it’s the sun of a Big Bang

It’s neither here not there twenty four hours every day, seven days every week, month twelves

In an infinite loop, repeating the life and death cycle of animals, food and our personal selves

Nobody knows when we’re going to stop breath and the beat of the blood pump, OMG dang.

Punks, my sisters and brothers winding up way on top of the heap with no dumbell to ring

All of them on their own without leash, with no encumbrance in the mind’s eye, nirvana sin

Commonly complex as if this collapse of matter is anything but an interview with a Big Bang

No will to be or to become and certainly not to will to be dead and buried, burned or eaten.

Stop the roll of the rocks for the moment it takes to snatch a glimpse at the image I tendered

Devoid of the energy of exploding atoms’ inner light, vacuum of nothing, a Void of It and Us

There can be no other conclusion deduced or induced from the propositional premise fuss

Flowing deep down into the grim reaper’s secret, occult spells to rise from death, rendered.

Fire, ice, spinnin’ rocks in a centrifuge of scalded, baked, melted stone, a Pacific-Atlantic fate

Out of oxygen and hydrogen, the liquid coalesced from the state of gas, to be all too humane

Accident or the only other alternative, it’s hidden and has a knack for failing to communicate

Disintegrate the rock, the nature of the beast and you’ve achieved extinction, who left Man?

#Trump2020 is #WordUp because nobody can soar above the wings of America’s magicbus

On the 97th tear, the sun comes up and dawn opens the middle path for being tread upon it

Reruns of the whole routine from the waking to the fading to black, 95th tear gettin’ on a bus

On it’s way to someone lucky or not, dead, a naturally occurring product of the big hurt’s spit.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, ROCKTOBER 20, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PMPST

{ Crafted while cryin’ to #96Tears Question Mark and the Mysterians on youTube in an infinite loop, link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7uC5m-IRns&feature=youtu.be }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#FungusAmongUs #WhatItIs #TheWho @JimmyBuffett #Cheeseburger #ShootToThrill

 TEN, TWENTY, TWENTY TWENTY
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 19, 2020 

------------------ #DivinityDamnsItAll ------------------

Not much you can do when magic perpetual motion ceases to function, except to git buried

On the tongue Saturday morning waiting for a sip of the highball I left on the 88 piano keys

Left the glass drippin’ down in my ivories and I think it flattened the C into a B sharp breed

Afloat with the chords and arpeggios that nobody ever hears anymore, in deep Space freeze.

Gravitational collapse will always be the last resort you can depend on, expansion’s split

We’re goin’ back down into the Singularity and maybe never comin’ back for another hit

Big Bang’s may only happen once and that’s it, it’s not an infinite series of 1’s and 0’s dive

It ends just like everything else with an origin, nothing lives forever, we can’t get out alive.

Perfectly quiet in the vacuum and no movement in static oneness without a contender

For the good, bad and ugly everything other than them is supernatural chit in the hood

Without subjects, objects or predicates, no adjectives or adverbs to modify a pretender

Common core is The Teaching that man Is created live, an evil woman created all of it.

In absolute synchronicity things happen the way they’re intended to happen, as thy wilt

A matter of application of the intense intent to make something be that was not before

Either materialize the invisible or create a scenario of a First Cause and the high score

Days and nights, an observation from the ground of a spinning ball of dead ashen silt.

Change is constant and what is static is a tick from being dead and gone, unmoved me

We means all of us without exception, all will die someday, sooner or later, who will see?

Not much you can do when the heart and brain cease to function, other than git so blue

For some there’s enough and others get too much or none at all, I get drunk and screw!

Apologies for the foul, intrepid word play of the subtle name calling and a gold Cuervo cabal

You can’t hear it but you know exactly what I think about you, stealing my girlfriend’s zazen

She absorbs the beauty and exhibits the same as I steal away as much as she’ll allow all men

Notre Dame of the Eagle found a cheeseburger in paradise on a 10-20-20 & out, free radical.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 10-20-2020 @ 11:11 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to some Jimmy Buffett and the Coral Reefers #CheeseburgerInParadise & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yizU-P8HdFs }

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#FictionalFacts #FactualBovineExcrement #CANDY #Santana #BBKing #RareEarth

COMPUTERS, LOLs & SOME CANDY

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, October 19, 2020

---------------- #BecomeTwoBeOne ---------------

Don’t try to persuade the blind faith followers of the exact, precise, indubitable Truth of One

Meaning of where all the multitude of the data has been manufactured from, hangin’ gallows

A preacher, a high or low priest, a minister, a pastor of the sheep, black, white, red or yellow

All of them, every one of the billions from all seven continents are a recommendation of blow.

Not something windy or white like blow has been known to be but the collapse of a black hole

Into the Singularity I find myself alone within regardless of another point of view of the crow

Black, invisible in the darkness of ultraviolet light, wavelengths of hungry radicals of liberty

Picking mindless bodies right there next to RR tracks by a North Highland Walmart RR city.

To lead the fuss and the fight for the communism, radical socialism to eradicate lazy poverty

When you’ve grown from a child and you don’t want to work for the things you can buy, see

You will either die young or go to prison forever if you disregard the ethics and morality code

Until the day you realize the nature of your Self, your being’s essence, you’ll be in drift mode.

You’ve got news for me since I’ve been locked out of civilization for a century, run it down see

Wired up the invisible connection, wavelength and frequency in synchronization, fly high free

Away from the matter and the keeper of the infinite energy to move, to animate a hot solution

Less talking and speaking of the things themselves and their activity prior to the dissolution.

Do not exterminate the messenger because the message is an unacceptable prophecy, we die

Like it or not, conceptions to annihilation of a spermatozoon DNA egg is all life is, that is All

Nothing more after the last breath, the last heartbeat, enjoy the ride because it’s the only One

Who you are from the street urchin to the dictators, czars & presidents is the same, bug bum.

Corrupt crooks are merely the carriers of the extinction disease, an accident waiting to step in

Something out of our control and nefarious is pending like doom on our proverbial doorstep

In a NYC big apple moment, a flash changes everything, in a blink the digits rearrange the sin

Original, venial or mortal in any case, it’s all an imaginary, contrived method to control Man.

Simple mind strong within my consciousness through no fault of my inherited genome, I am

Not what I need or want but it is the truth about what it is, air, fire and water, all I need, bam

Pinched an inch more than I could the day I saw lights, chanted OM word, dreamed a dream

Realization of the Love and Hate on the surface of Earth as it spins around without the team.

Just One mind, One thing itself is all there is, the interior, the inside of a #FakeNews stream

Groups of shapes and forms of the egg keepers are together with the ultimate goal, evolution

Making all the pieces of the puzzle fit into the proper erratic curves of a jig-saw, bloody bleed

What matches the colors and shapes better than the exact fit? Nothing, it is not all you need.

Dad died having sex with ma, she was so hot he expired without a care in the world, freedom

To be or not to be, everything fits into the right spots and the entire picture into a pinpoint

Double vision united as if Time and First Mover have merged and become the memory of It

A 2020 POTUS reelection is inevitable unless you want the Biden-Sanders Unity Task Chit!

I ain’t the one that’s the original sin in the garden of Eden, look into your own genome’s soul

It’s probably all your fault that we’re here and now up chitz creek without a paddle, just Win

Study hard, learn everything from Science and Math, then Logic and Philosophy, or give up

There’s no other pathway than straight ahead down the middle path, spark up another, pup!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, ROCKTOBER 19th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 10:10 AMPST

{ Jammed out of the Twilight Zone while listenin’ to Candy Dulfer #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/RisUgnkFxFA }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#YouAreNotIsane #YouAreNotInsane #YouAreNotInsane @Bread #EricChurch

SUNDOWN LAST ONE, BON SOIR

by

Richard Joseph Stephan·Sunday, October 18, 2020

----------- #SillyGeese -----------

Nothing matters at all in the end, if all there is left has nothing to do with me, yet I don’t fight

I’m feelin’ alright being alive here and now, golden dawn to hot, red sunset that wins the race

Not because it’s a comedy or that it’s funny but that I’m so happy to be here and out of Space

It’s very lonely when you’re all alone as a conscious being with nobody else anywhere in sight.

Pink or red, purple or royal blue come in random order from East to the West, as I drift away

Open season on the things I’ve been doing in the world since I was three or maybe just two

I’ve gone up and down, in and out, over and under but at this point, I’m just running point...

For the ones who’ll follow me from somewhere over the rainbow to the place the world ends.

Darkness is where you start and where the final tour of duty leads, age old, sick petty crimes

To ends we all must reach, it comes with conception and birth not to mention joker schemes

Around the sun’s ellipse that measure how long you’ve been going around in circles, 9 times

1 or 100 makes little difference when it’s over & out, memory may be a dream in my dreams.

Beams of sunlight from France and airborne bat flu from a Chinese peninsula, just as it was

To Hades or to Cielo, beer and whiskey won’t be there and neither will I, so to speak & fuss

Everybody except the celibate want to wind up knockin’ boots before too long, pops’ mamas

Birds need bees, I knew it like I know my hometown and headstones of my kin, Tony Llamas.

Piece of cherry frosting cake, my favorite pie full of cherries are the two desserts of my dream

All sorrow is gone after the first two bites, it’s all a matter of taste & directing thought flame

Buying the pain and suffering for the pleasure and sorrow you get whether you like it or not

It’s a matter of being there, all for one and one for all, tell the preacher and priest, God’s out!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:10 PM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to some Eric Church #DrinkInMyHand in a loop, https://youtu.be/usGv0gB2zEU }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#DoggieInTheWindow #Priceless #Aerosmith #JimmyBuffett #Parrothead

SIMPLE-MINDS UP SHTZ’ CREEK

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, October 18, 2020

--------------- #SweetEmotion -----------------

Eyes opened and closed in a blink, a flash of star-burned light filters through the cloud nines

Where ever the things move above and below the ground, diggin’ or crawlin’, walkin’ or flyin’

Ends will come high and grade school’s thought forms that snagged a spark for a few joy rides

Happy hour was every one of them that mattered here and now, living was better than dying.

Yet, there’s no way out of the dilemma, knowing it before it happens makes it happiness here

Knowing there’s absolutely Nothing aware after we die, our minds, we animals die, don’t care

On to the afterlife where your archangels fear to go, where God gets irritated by you, oh hehl

Missing points bring us to where we want to be, where the long gone place is, it’s where I fell.

No coming back, no reincarnation as the story tellers and liars related their tales and fictions

Still in written word form on pages of books, to read in languages alive and dead for the eons

Monkeys and fish seem to have left the others behind, eaten and drank it all up, Earth Ends

Claim to fame either gets you what you need when your dead or it’s just a whiff of trash cans.

You love what you’ve learned your elders loved when you were a little daughter and tiny son

Your fault for all of the decisions you make based on their teachings, it’s only right you do pay

Stupid is as stupid does, ignorance is bliss in some form or another, can’t get far with an idiot

It takes one to know one, dolphins make me high too but I don’t tell all, it’ll git me buckshot.

Letting you know where to find me when I’m dead, I’m goin’ straight down to the core’s pit

Down below this dirt in the inner space above absolutely nothing, a vacuumed Void of scat

Without a subject or any objective, there is the absolute left to predicate the bizarre display

Day, night, spun & wobbled around, showed the way, tomorrow for some will never be today!

Then and that means if and only if everything goes as planned, then it’s one last chance to do

What you always thought you wanted to be a good man, a bad boy took the time row in a flow

Down river with the drag of the ocean’s attraction due to centrifugal spirits keepin’ us in Pain

Species beings extinct, good, bad or fugly deceit, skewed vision’s insanity, a 2020 AD reign.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, ROCKTOBER 18th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PMPST

{ Drafted behind the background of Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville Ocho Rios Jamaica link @ https://youtu.be/Omox2ci5yB0 }

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